I always try to look back and figure out how I got sick…when did my body turn against itself? Both Eastern and Western medicine seem to agree that people with autoimmune diseases have a trigger which set it off. You’re basically already wired to possibly have an autoimmune disease and then something sets it off and gets it going. If you have a first degree family member who has the disease, you are more likely to get it. And if you’re white and/or of Jewish descent, you are also more likely to have the gene for Crohn’s. Whether that gene gets mutated and activated is a whole other ballgame.
So, I automatically have a few things against me. I’m white and I’m Jewish. But, other than that I don’t know of a family member that had Crohn’s Disease. I was the chosen one! LOL It’s all good though. Everyone has to battle something in their lives. This is my battle. Thinking back to how it began, I look at the stressors that have occurred in my life. I have a few major ones. When I was 10 my Stepdad, who raised me, had a massive stroke. I remember him coming home from work and not being able to walk. Absolutely terrifying. He was told he would never walk again…lucky for my family, my mother told him he had no choice but to walk again, and he did. But once he had that stroke, he had many TIA’s over the years…which are mini strokes. To have your dad forget your name can be traumatizing. Lucky for me I didn’t have health after this.
When I was 13 my house was blown up in a gas explosion. No exaggeration. My mother was in the only survivable place in the entire house. To walk up my neighborhood street and see my neighborhood looking like a war zone had to be the most traumatizing event in my life. I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching recently, and I truly believe that this event shaped me in many different aspects of my life. That would be hard for an adult to process, let alone a young girl. No wonder I have “selective amnesia” from these crazy times in my life. At this point in time, I think my body had the fight or flight response, which is why I started getting massive immune system responses after the explosion. The explosion happened in January of that year and I finally ended up in the hospital in May with acute mono. My body couldn’t fight it off so I got sicker and sicker. My dad was having TIA’s due to the mental stress of getting our lives back together. My mom was having massive Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome from being in the house. It was never brought to my attention until recently that I most like had it also. I was 13 and lost my home, my possessions, my security. January 19th, 1994, I went to school that morning and by that night I was going to Kmart to buy the necessities we needed to get through night. I also lost my sense of self…To be continued.